Expelled from the Duke's mansion, the fake heiress is richer than a country.

Fearing he might not be attentive enough, Yan Cheng'an sent Xiao Ze to the kitchen to oversee the dishes, and took the hot water brought by the waiter to personally scald the cups and saucers for the guests.

Fortunately, the Yu father and son were too restrained to touch these things, otherwise they would have drunk the hot water as tea.

After rinsing the cups, Yan Cheng'an used the second batch of wine to fill the three people's glass goblets. The wine was bright and rich in color, like a ruby, with a slight purple tinge at the rim—it was very beautiful. He wondered what kind of drink it was.

"This is wine that was presented as tribute from the Western Regions."

Yan Cheng'an knew that the guests he had invited today would not understand this, so he patiently explained: "It is a type of sweet wine. The liquid is as thick as honey and has a rich aroma of fruit and flowers."

"Try it?"

He encouraged the eager Yu family father and son.

Yu Man was really craving that drink.

As Yan Cheng'an recounted his story, his appetite was whetted, and he abandoned all restraint. He picked up the cup with both hands, brought it to his lips, and took a small sip.

A sweet taste immediately spreads across the mouth and tongue, awakening every dormant bud. The rich flavor lingers in the mouth even after swallowing, a truly intoxicating experience.

"Uncle Yu, how is it?"

As they grew closer, Yan Cheng'an began to address everyone as "Uncle," without anyone noticing.

“Delicious!”

Yu Man smacked his lips.

Throughout his life, he had very few opportunities to drink inferior liquor, let alone come into contact with such high-end wine. In reality, he was like a cow chewing on a peony, only able to distinguish between "good" and "bad."

"Boss, Ranran, you guys should try it too."

Yu Man didn't forget to call out to his two children, who were watching him expectantly, that good things should be shared.

Yan Cheng'an looked at Yu Wanran with a smile.

In fact, this wine was specially prepared for Yu Wanran. He thought that girls would definitely like this sweet taste; otherwise, why would she choose such a sweet wine when there are so many other good wines available?

Yan Cheng'an himself did not realize that the way he looked at Yu Wanran was very different from how he looked at other women.

Yu Wanran doesn't like drinking; she believes drinking leads to trouble.

However, faced with Yan Cheng'an's attentiveness, she still politely picked up her wine glass, took a sip of the wine, and said something.

"Excellent! This red wine is like a spring flower, sweet but not cloying, with a long-lasting aroma. Drinking it is like a gentle spring breeze. The winemaker must have put in a lot of effort to create such a fine wine!"

Having said that, she continued to savor the food. Every gesture she made exuded elegance.

Yu Wenbin, who was sitting next to him, gulped down two big mouthfuls of wine, licked his lips, pulled his head back, and put the glass back in its place.

"Drink more if you like it; this wine won't make you drunk easily."

Yan Cheng'an smiled and refilled the glasses for the three of them. At this moment, Xiao Ze also returned, sitting casually next to his young master and pouring wine himself.

Seeing how at ease he was, the Yu family father and son must have gotten along like brothers with their young master. They felt a great deal of goodwill towards Yan Cheng'an and gradually relaxed as well.

A group of uniformly dressed servants in blue robes filed in, bringing platters of delicacies. The curtain in the middle was then drawn back, surprising Yu Man and his son once again!

At first, they found the large private room odd, wondering why there was a gauze curtain drawn in the middle. But they were too embarrassed to go closer to take a look. At this moment, the curtain was pulled back, and they discovered that the other side was a stage-like space, covered with a thick red felt.

Guests can enjoy delicious food while listening to musicians playing instruments and beautiful women dressed in revealing and gorgeous outfits dancing gracefully.

This is truly a multi-sensory feast that intertwines enjoyment for the taste buds, ears, eyes, and mind.

Each guest is accompanied by a maid who provides attentive service.

They are adept at reading people's expressions and will serve a small portion of each new dish to the guests. If a guest shows particular interest in a dish, they will serve more of that dish to the next guest.

Guests don't need to worry about not eating well or not being able to get their favorite dishes.

At first, Yu Man and his son felt uncomfortable. Gradually, they discovered that these clever maids were even more useful than the chopsticks in their hands.

They no longer need to make a fool of themselves by being unfamiliar with etiquette when they first come here, and can now enjoy their meal to their heart's content.

Yu Wanran also really liked this dining environment.

In her past life, she only cared about making money. Coupled with her inner turmoil, she didn't actually spend much of her money. In this life, she'll finally be able to enjoy life to the fullest with her family.

The meal lasted until dark, and both host and guests enjoyed themselves immensely. Yan Cheng'an personally escorted the Yu family back to the escort agency by carriage, revealing a hint of reluctance as they parted.

"Uncle Yu, Brother Yu, Miss Yu, welcome to visit Beijing next time! Let me be your host and show you around the city! There are so many beautiful sights here that you haven't seen before!"

"We'll definitely come back to the capital! Aren't we supposed to be delivering that kind of stuff?"

Yu Man, having eaten and drunk his fill, was intoxicated and his eyes were blurry. He patted Yan Cheng'an on the shoulder, extremely cheerful, his previous timid demeanor completely gone.

"Young Master Yan, thank you for your hospitality. We will treat you to a proper feast whenever you come to Qingping Village!"

After watching Yu Wenbin help the swaying Yu Man walk away first, Yan Cheng'an looked at Yu Wanran, who had remained silent the whole time.

With no one else around, he said softly, "Miss Yu, because of me, you may have offended a very powerful figure in the capital..."

Seeing that Yu Wanran's expression did not change at all, he felt relieved and continued speaking.

"But it doesn't matter. No matter when or where, just mention the name of the Yan family, and at least on the surface no one will dare to make things difficult for you."

As for underhanded dealings, he really couldn't help with that. He himself almost got assassinated.

Yu Wanran nodded: "Young Master Yan, you must also be careful. It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark."

Yan Cheng'an looked at her, a hidden passion in his eyes: "Miss Yu, your uncle said you will come to the capital again. When will it be next time?"

Yu Wanran hesitated for a moment, but seeing the other person's bright and expectant eyes, she moved her lips and uttered a sentence in a low voice.

"Within three months."

This kind of thing can't be hidden.

Yan Cheng'an had his own intelligence network in Tongcheng, so he could find out the information with a little inquiry. The fact that he preferred to ask her in person rather than spy on her behind her back showed that he considered her a friend.

Given her status, the benefits of befriending the young master of the Yan family would be immense. As a businesswoman, refusing would be a sin.

Ozawa stood dutifully behind the two, serving as a backdrop.

Seeing that Yu Wanran had already disappeared from sight, his young master was still standing at the entrance of the escort agency with a silly grin on his face, looking like a clueless fool. He couldn't help but roll his eyes.

It turns out that the people in the Yan family had been mistaken all along.

The second young master isn't actually sick; he just doesn't like women.

But when it comes to women, it depends on the person!

He leaned closer and poked his young master's waist with his finger, his expression malicious: "Second Young Master, your injury seems to have healed considerably today?"

He was still lying in bed groaning yesterday, which alarmed His Highness, who couldn't resist running out of the palace to see him despite being ill.

Look at him now, at the banquet, his second son was all smiles and charm, taking over half the work from the maids, showing not a trace of fragility. If the Crown Prince finds out, he'll probably have to "spar" with the second son again.

Yan Cheng'an poked him, and he cried out in pain. He then turned around and gave his servant a flick on the forehead: "Xiao Ze, are you asking for a beating? I'll send you to the palace to be the Crown Prince's study companion!"